Dear Mom,
I love you. Sometimes I feel as though I haven’t quite said this enough. Other times I feel like I say it so often you might have forgotten what those three words mean. Often I’d just shout it to you when I was rushing out the door for school or before I hung up one of our phone calls. But every time I say it, for countless different reasons, I want you to know that mean it.
I love you for always being there for me.
From helping me with my homework to dealing with my emotions, you’ve always known just what to say. You were there for me when I was fighting with a friend or just when all I needed was a hug. And even though I may not have thanked you after every ‘girl talk,' I want you to know how much it all meant to me.
I love you for your constant support.
Ever since I played in my first-grade school volleyball game, you were at every game cheering me on in the stands. You sat in all those uncomfortable gym bleachers and listened to me complain about my awful playing on the long car rides home. But I always knew after every game, win or lose, you would wrap me up in a big bear hug and tell me I had a great game, even if I didn’t. You would always remind how proud you were of me no matter what happened. It’s moments like those that meant the most to me.
I love you for putting up with my teenage mood swings.
I want you to know that even through the constant crabbiness of my teenage years containing countless numbers of eye rolls and snarky comments, I never once stopped loving you. I invariably regret the way I treated you, not telling or showing you how much you meant to me every second of every day. You deserve random bouquets of flowers for no reason, foot massages, and random text messages telling you how much you mean to me. I’m sorry for everything I did to make you sad, angry, or stressed. But you handled it all with grace and kindness, and I will never forget that.
I love you for all those little acts of kindness.
When you pick up tons of strawberries at the grocery store because you know they’re my favorite, or say you’re full at supper so that I can finish your fries. When you would buy me clothes, even if you were out shopping with your friends, just because you thought it would look cute on me. When you rub my shoulders in between games at my volleyball tournaments, or when you sneak fruit snacks in your purse whenever we go on long drives. When you stuck a note in my planner on the first day of school telling me how much you loved me and to have a great day. All these little things add up and mean the world to me.
I love you for making me feel beautiful.
No matter how crappy I look or how awful I feel, you refuse to let a day go by without telling me how beautiful I am, inside and out. Even when I would complain how much I hate my body, hair, or outfit that day, you would say I looked like a hundred bucks.
I love you for being my Mom.
There are no words to describe how much you mean to me. Thank you for everything you’ve done. Thank you for your constant love. Thank you for making me the center of your world and never letting me forget it. You are my doctor, therapist, chef, chauffeur, and best friend. You are my everything.
I love you Mom.
Love, Sarah
